Early the next morning, Kanai stood in front of Volusk's bed. His eyes were a little complicated, as if he was watching his friend embark on a road of no return.
“Why, you can’t wait to see me sitting on that stone throne?
Or are you a little jealous when you think that the person who becomes the Immortal King is not you, and you plan to strangle me right now so that you can sit on that throne?
 Honestly, I’m still not used to lying in bed.”
 Worusk didn't even open his eyes, looking lazy.
 To be honest, the feeling of lying in bed after a long absence was no different from the feeling of lying on the floor in the past, but Warusk strangely stayed awake all night.
 You must know that this guy can sleep whenever he wants, even if he stays in the wilderness where dangers are everywhere.
Vorusk didn't want to admit that it was because he was about to become the immortal king that he had trouble sleeping. He could only use the excuse that he couldn't sleep in bed to convince himself.
 “You can always trust me, because I will always trust you.”
　　A smile appeared on Kanai's face. Although Kanai is not a barbarian who is shallow enough to be understood at a glance, he is really not very good at acting either.
“Nonsense, is it my turn now? Or are you here to tell me that you spent the whole night writing and drawing on those parchments yesterday, so I didn’t meet my hunting target yesterday?”
 Worusk slowly sat up straight and moved his spine.
 He didn't move all night in order to fall asleep. Maintaining the same position for such a long time made his body feel uncomfortable.
"When you start to become the immortal king, I have to go out for something. Maybe I won't be able to see you sitting on that throne."
 Kanai's smile is not very pretty, it's a bit like someone has punched him hard in the face.
"I will always sit on the throne. You will come back one day. I believe in you."
 Worusk finally finished moving his body and got off the bare bed at the slowest speed of a normal person.
 It was as if he wanted the distance from this room to the outside of the Elder's Temple to be infinitely extended.
“Okay, don’t delay. It’s not yet dawn, you can still go out and find a few demons to wake up your body. Maybe you can try to break those things bit by bit with your fists?
 Believe me, it feels much more fun to blast a demon with your fist than with a hammer."
 “I’ll try it if I have a chance.”
 Worusk did not comment on Kanai's statement.
 In general, it is not that far from his house to the Elders' Temple. After all, according to the habits of the barbarians, the closer their residence is to the Elders' Temple, the higher their status.
Of course, this practice is to leave aside the soldiers stationed in front of the city defense.
The members of the garrison are rotated, usually every three months or so. Although they are rotated, no soldier is leisurely. They are either guarding the city or going out hunting.
As for farming? That kind of work is usually done by young people who are still in training. The burdens on them are not as heavy as these soldiers.
 Worusk always enjoys the best treatment in a place like this.
 For example, the most suitable position for launching a charge during battle, the most suitable terrain for fighting with one enemy and many enemies, and the most suitable place for enjoying the battle when breaking up the rear.
Even though you can hear a lot of negative thoughts from Warusk's mouth before every battle, no one will take it seriously.
 Because Warusk always said things like "I can't do it, I want to go home", but when it came time to fight, he was always able to do better than expected.
 “If I disappear, you should know what you are going to do, right?”
Kanai was still laughing, and his words made Warusk pause.
“I will look for you, even if I’m afraid that I won’t find you no matter how hard I look.”
 Worusk continued walking after saying this, but his steps became much heavier.
"No, you can't come to me. Because after today you will be the immortal king, and the barbarians cannot live without the immortal king."
Kanai’s smile looked more natural at this time.
“Nonsense, didn’t Bul-Katho disappear long ago? We have been without the Immortal King for a long time, and barbarians are not the kind of guys who can’t live without someone.”
 Worusk continued walking without even looking back at Kanai.
“You will know when you sit on the throne. The barbarians cannot live without the Immortal King, even if it is just an image that remains there.”
Kanai also responded to Warusk casually.
The conversation between the two people ended here for the time being, because they had already reached the door of the Elder's Temple.
  The barbarians with a slight status are all here at this time. Although we have to exclude those groups that are still scattered outside, the barbarians staying on the sacred mountain of Arreat can represent all barbarians.
Whether it's the Storm Tribe or the Bulls, or even the farther-flung Bear Tribe and the Tagus Tribe, their warriors are always stationed on the sacred mountain.
The Holy Mountain of Arreat will train the young warriors who come here. This is not a tradition only from Qualkek.
 “Are you ready?”
The elder said with a grin on his face, a teasing look on his face.
 Worusk curled his lips, he didn't like this elder.
 A venomous old bastard, this is what Volusk calls the elder.
This guy is always able to easily say the most irritating words, and he also calls it "making barbarians adapt to the feeling of anger."
If Warusk hadn't been afraid that he couldn't beat this bastard, he would have given the elder a long time ago.
“You have made a decision, what does it have to do with whether I am ready? If I am not ready, will you give me time to go back and slowly prepare?
 Honestly, if I hadn’t felt that I couldn’t defeat the Hell Demon King, I would have thought that I would be ready only after I got the head of a Hell Demon King.”
Worusk rolled his eyes at the guys who saluted him with attention.
“Okay, go in. You’ll know what you’re going to do when you sit on that throne.”
 Kanai patted Warusk on the shoulder, making a big noise. Kanai had used his strength.
 “Ha, I always feel like I can’t do it well.”
 Worusk laughed dryly twice, but still walked towards the Elder's Temple resolutely.
When he stood outside the door, he could see the somewhat old seat sitting there. It looked like no one had cleaned the dust on it for a long time.
“No, you will be the top three best immortal kings we have.”
Kanai said with a smile. When his words fell, Warusk also walked into the Elder's Temple. The somewhat exaggerated stone door closed with a heart-breaking sound.
“Now it’s time for me to do what I have to do, elder, and I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Kanai looked at the elder standing outside the gate of the Elders Temple with complicated eyes, and then roughly opened a portal to an unknown place. Before he walked over, he stretched out his hand and touched the waist.
That cloth bag seemed to make sure that he had brought everything with him.
“The Immortal King cannot leave for a long time, or there must be one Immortal King on a holy mountain. But now we are about to have two.”
 The elder muttered softly.
 …
“I thought I couldn’t even get close to this throne. What am I going to face? Is it a powerful demon that I may not be able to defeat?
  Or do you need to hunt enough prey to feed everyone in the tribe?
 If I had to choose, I would probably prefer the former, because if it fails, I will be the only one who will die, instead of leaving my tribe to starve and be alone."
 Worusk walked in the dark temple of the Elders.
After the door of the temple was closed, there was no light of fire inside.
 It’s not that the building made of piled stones lacked lighting design, but that the Elder’s Temple was not prepared for these things from the beginning.
This temple is very sealed. If it weren't for the inevitable gaps in stone buildings, this place might not even be well ventilated.
“Ha, a young man. I thought that apart from the one last time, there would never be a young man so powerful among the barbarians. I didn’t expect that one would appear.”
 A somewhat hollow sound sounded along with the appearance of a shadow.
The moment this phantom appeared, it was as if it had suddenly dawned in the Elder's Temple, and the whole room became bright.
 Worusk was startled, his body tensed up, and he already had his usual gravel hammer in his hand.
 As if it was about to be hammered at any time.
 “Which one are you?”
 Worusk's face was twitching, he was a little too nervous.
To be continued...